FIRST COMES THE DISRESPECT (prod. wxrst)

RETROSPECT

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Lyrics:

Bloodshed fallin like rain
Got a blade on my side
More pain more death 
More stains on the glass I’m faded
Sick of life
Man I’d rather be fading
Spirit long gone 
I’m done
Yall painted
Marked by the first of the dead
Undead samurai aye mane 
That’s Ronin
Blood on my sword
Make way for the king
I’m lord
If you ain’t gonna bow 
Turn putrid 
Down inside my basement hoe
Got a pile of these bodies
And they rotting
Festering inside 
Got the maggots devour the flesh from their eyes
Fuck all you
Get em wit the .45
Fall to the ground 
Pop a mag just to make sure
Stab em twice 
Dump they ass in the River Styx
Never gon find yo way into the afterlife
Sunken and lost for eternity 

Walk up wit a crowbar
Bash in yo brain till there’s stains on my face
Mane
Corpses in my closet
Turn to skeletons and I don’t give a fuck
If yall gon find em
We got firearms and dark charms
Magickally raising up the dead
Army of these fuckas feasting flesh
They never stop
When the dead grow cold
Lead em to the shore
Deaths door stands awaiting
See the light shine Nevermore 
Aye mane
Fuck I’m gonna do wit a bitch boy
Chain em to the wall
Rip they jaw off quick
Let em struggle to breathe as they drown in their blood 
As they try to speak 
Spilling out a fuck boy guts
On the concrete
Lined in chalk
A body bag here on standby
DOA and bloated
Bursting open let the locust swarm free

DOOMED [prod. Undead Ronin]

WHAT HAVE I DONE

Lyrics:


Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn
I just can’t seem to paint the picture right
Got maggots in the fetid flesh
And putrescine producing
5-0 show up and throw up
Can’t even open up the door
Got roaches crawling in and out of corpses
On the kitchen floor

Woah
I can’t believe these bustas think they hard
These shorts that they be makin
Make me cringe
Guess I ain’t smoked enough
Yall fried inside and out
Can’t get a fan without a fucking trend
I’ll bend the rules to suit my needs
And disregard the snakes I meet
I’d rather stay a nobody 
Than sell out those who close to me 
Some witches in the woods wit little birdies on they shoulder
Caught em whispering their falsehoods
And then throwing out the trash they turned
Promises unkept 
And money taken with no goods in hand
The snakes were snaked by snakes 
And taught the venom ain’t so sweet returned
Tables turned on every worm
So every cup was tainted word
Daggers in the back of those who trusted
Now they ass is served
A fated road to hell is what’s in store
For them 
You shoulda learned 
Fuck
I can’t get it out my head
The image of yo body mangled up 
Engulfed in black and red
It’s so intoxicating
Visions of my blood coagulating 
As the venom turns inside my burns
My mind begins to fade mane
Split ya damn skull
And leave you rotting on the concrete
Fuck around
Bitch gon learn why I’m god then
Spirits in my body
Siphon blood like Vlad 
Sad to see these fuckas lining up to die
But no complaints from me
The more I bury feed the demons that Reside within 
I’m talkin death in my veins
Turned my eyes jet black
Horns pierce out the flesh upon my skull
And penetrate the worthless soul
Crowned Dead God 
When the heretics are burned and ate
Pieces of their bodies sewn to mine
To show the rest they fate

Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn

1. Reminiscence

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